A man of the cloth

That wasn't the best night I've ever had. I know people have made up plenty of stories about the end of the world, but I never expected to actually see it.

It had a happy ending, but I'm not so sure that part of non-fiction.

Shit, spiky. Was that really you?

[ooc: A minute or so after writing this, Chapel thought better of it and scribbled over the entry. But yanno...that doesn't always work if someone happened to be looking at their journal while he wrote.]

[Written after a few days' awed consideration] Does it do that often in the sphere? That falling water thing. It's amaz

Greetings, friends. The name's Chapel. I didn't really appreciate the whole waking up naked in goo thing, but we're all friends here--let's just let bygones be bygones.

This is an interesting little place you've got here. A huge tree in a glass sphere--that's pretty novel! It's missing a few things, though. Like convenient places to buy cigarettes, and directions to the nearest bar. If anyone can provide them, I'd be mighty grateful.

For the moment, I'll just be wandering around and getting familiar with the place. Feel free to stop and say hello if you see a guy walking around with day-old stubble.

Oh, yeah, that reminds me. A razor would be nice too.